I was bored in a lecture so i wrote a little about it. :D:D

His voice, its so boring,almost asleep,

too much information, making me weak

write some notes, to keep me awake.

Blah...Blah...Blah, what did he say?


Same old, same old, no end in sight.

Oh my goodness what a lot of ....

He's talking to me, what do I say?

I stall and I stall, why won't he go away?


Now it's all over, the end

of the day. Finally,

after hours of waiting, I can finally

hit the hay.

The End

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